After a simple lunch.
The newbies didn't need to be driven away by the guards and rushed to the stable.
"Go, go, go. First come, first served."
"Oh, why are you in such a hurry? Other people have picked up the strong horses, and the rest of the docile and easy to ride horses are better."
"I'm afraid you're wrong. Someone picked up the docile horse first, and left the rest to you."
"I think what you said makes sense. Hurry up, hurry up."
In front of the Colosseum stable, there was a large racecourse.
The racecourse was surrounded by a wooden fence as high as half a person.
The guards had already pulled out a large group of horses and tied them to the pole in the center of the racecourse.
A group of white, black and red horses was eating grass with their heads down for the green hands to choose.
Looking at the strong horses, the newbies were all excited. "That's great."
"I've heard that this group of horses are all from the Tasha grassland. It's the best place to produce horses in Simpson Continent, and the grassland is the most fertile."
"The horses of the Tasha grassland not only have a good physique agility but also have a good endurance and a strong assault ability."
"Yes, some kingdoms on the continent are not rich enough to buy a large number of war horses. They can only buy some stud and introduce them from there."
"My hometown is a mountain, and I haven't seen horses before. Colosseum spent a lot of money to train the warriors. A newbies eyes lit up as he stroked the back of a white horse. Look, how smooth the fur is!
Ha-ha, yeah. The tickets income our gladiators brought to Carl Colosseum is abundant."
"For a fight performance, the ticket cost can reach more than 30,000 gold coins. It's difficult for Barney not to make money. It's normal for us to be well equipped to improve the viewing quality of the fight."
York jumped up and down excitedly, looking around and clapping among a group of horses.
His face was as red as a child who was picking out candies on the goods shelf in front of the shelves. He walked around the horses and shouted at Merion, who was standing far away from the group of horses, "Look, 'Buck Whitman'. I just said last time that I had only ridden a donkey on my hometown's farm. Now, Barney sent the horse to us."
After a while, York was dazzled for selecting which one.
As soon as he raised his head and saw that Merion was still standing there watching the horses, he ran to him.
"Why don't you pick one?"
"It's not like you to choose a horse that claps here and there." Merion held back his laughter and patiently explained to York, "In addition to judging the horse's physique and ability, you can also stand far away and carefully observe the horse's expression, movements, and also guess their personality."
"What kind of horse do you think I should choose?"
"The horses here are all selected, and there is no problem with their physique and ability. Why don't you choose one of the few that you like best to match your personality? In this way, you can cooperate more."
"Okay." Like Merion, York stood beside the horses and watched from a distance.
After watching for more than half an hour by the side of the field, some newbies had chosen their favorite horses one after another. They took off the rein from the pole and put on the saddles and began to ride. Several of them obviously had no experience in riding and were covered in dust from the horse's fall.
After a newbie was pulled down from the back by the horse, the horse began to run on the open space. The newbie with bruises followed the horse and chased after it desperately.
His embarrassed look made other newbies burst into laughter.
Seeing that the horse went crazy, the team of guards who were guarding the newbies had no choice but to surround the horse field with sticks.
The guards ran back and forth on the racecourse with wooden sticks, causing the other horses to feel uneasy. Some stopped eating grass, and some wanted to break free from the reins.
Merion couldn't help laughing.
"York, have you chosen a suitable horse?" Merion asked.
"Not yet." York was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh. "I've never been in touch with horses before, so I don't know what kind of characters they are."
"That white horse is not very tall in the group of horses, but its figure is agile and its personality is mild. It doesn't bully people. It should be very suitable for you." Pointing at a horse that was eating grass quietly, Merion said to York, "The tall black horse on the far side has developed muscles and a strong personality. You pull it aside first and leave it to Desen. We'll see if he likes it or not when he recovers."
"Oh, okay. What about you? Have you chosen a suitable horse?"
"There are indeed a few good horses here, but I don't find one in a million as Avodo said." Merion answered as he pushed open the door of the fence and walked towards the stable. "I have to ask the people working in the stable if there is any horse that hasn't been taken out."
Merion came to the stable.
"There is indeed a red horse that hasn't been pulled out because no one can pull it out at all!" Hearing Merion's words, the coachman widened their eyes in shock. "That horse is very strong, but it is too irritable. Even if we feed it with grass, we can only throw grass to it from a distance."
"Yes. Yesterday, an old fighter's horse was retired. When he came to change his horse, he took a fancy to it. But as soon as he entered the house, he was kicked and injured, and two ribs were broken."
"Yes, he also cursed that this kind of horse is ominous. Such a violent horse is not suitable to go to the arena at all. It's too disobedient!"
"It's okay. I just want to have a look. If it's not suitable, then forget it." Said Merion.
The coachman picked up the pole erected on the wall and took Merion into the stable. They pointed at the innermost stable in a row and said, "it's that room. You can go there and have a look."
The moment Merion saw the horse, he knew why it was called "Solidified Blood".
It was a horse with red fur all over its body, much taller than the other horses from the Tasha grassland. It was very strong, with a strong physique and developed muscles. Above its eyes, there was a piece of black hair in an angular shape; this piece of neat black hair was very eye-catching on the red steed. It looked like a clot of solidified and black blood.
It was staring at Merion.
That piece of "Solidified Blood" made it look very valiant and murderous.
Merion looked at it silently for a while and then opened the door of the stable.
"Solidified Blood" continued to stare at Merion, watching Merion unfasten the rein on the stable.
As soon as Merion took a step forward, the "Solidified Blood" immediately dug the ground with its red hooves, making a gesture of attack.
Merion took back his steps.
He continued to look at the "Solidified Blood" in silence.
After a while, Merion took a step forward.
"Solidified Blood" made a posture of attack again.
Merion turned around, opened the door, and walked out of the stable. He picked up a wooden stick and pressed it against the door to make it open.
The horsemen were stunned to see the "Solidified Blood" walk out of the stable.
It followed three or four meters behind Merion.
Then it walked slowly into the racetrack surrounded by wood fences.
Merion picked up the saddle and put it on the "Solidified Blood".
"Solidified Blood" stood quietly on the racecourse and let him put on the saddle.
Merion put his forehead against the "Solidified Blood" and gently stroked the fiery red mane on the "Solidified Blood" neck.
Then he got on the horse.
Before he urged, "Solidified blood" let go of its four hooves and ran on the racecourse.
The wind blew past Merion's ear.
That was the blood of the steed from the Tasha grassland.